I met Tucker a few years ago. 
We used to talk sometimes. 
We'd discuss our tales of woe.

He was so sweet and kind,
A most beautiful friend. 
He was a very rare find

Sometimes he'd disappear, 
And come back a new man
Always ready to lend an ear.

I looked for him one day
And it seemed he'd gone
I had things I wanted to say.

"I read your latest prose
It's a first class read
Everyone already knows"

When I saw him over there 
I walked over to him
I said "Tucker, let's pull up a chair".

He slowly turned away,
He didn't look back. 
Maybe I'd catch him another day

There's a very fine line
between friend and foe
I'd thought things were fine.

Had I done something bad?
Hurt him in some way
To make him feel so mad?

I wouldn't hurt you for gold
My very dear friend. 
Give me your hand to hold

I'm gonna bug you until
You tell me what's wrong
Oh Tucker, please say you will.

Let me take you over there
We'll sit under that tree. 
I've got some words to share.

Tucker please,
Come talk with me
Please?